Adding Friends Can Make Me Stronger
Chapter 233

Chapter 233: The Unyielding Will, Rule Change, and Yue Qingchan, Champion of the Western Desert

“Senior Brother Yun.” Meng Changqing approached.

“With this battle, the undefeated aura around you has grown even stronger.” Yun Bujue opened his eyes and spoke weakly.

Upon hearing this, Meng Changqing took a moment to sense it.

Indeed, after defeating Dongmen Xiangzhong, a unique, indescribable aura now emanated from him. This was the so-called “invincible aura,” a manifestation of belief.

When one defeated a certain number of powerful opponents, this aura would solidify and become the Will of Invincibility.

“Senior Brother Yun, once we’re out, you should take a divine item to break through,” Meng Changqing suggested.

Upon a breakthrough, one could gain several hundred years of lifespan, though the exact amount varied from person to person.

“My physical body has too many limitations, and it isn’t originally mine. There’s too much resistance. Even with a third-rank divine item, the success rate would be low.” Yun Bujue forced a faint smile. “It’d be a waste.”

Meng Changqing fell silent.

Indeed, no body could be more suitable than one’s original one.

Even if one possessed a monstrous body through body snatching, there would always be resistance, preventing true integration.

This would limit one’s future achievements. Thus, rare materials capable of reshaping one’s physique were extremely valuable and often caused fierce competition among powerful individuals upon discovery.

“I’ll find you a secluded place to recuperate first,” Meng Changqing said.

This was a place where divine items grew and would likely attract more people. If they encountered demonic cultivators, it would be dangerous.

“Alright.” Yun Bujue nodded.

No matter what, he had given his all in this battle, reliving some of his past glory.

He felt no regrets.

Now, he only needed to hold on until he returned to his sect.

After half a day, Meng Changqing had left the inner southern seas and found a small, remote island in the outer sea, where no one would come since there were no divine items in the vicinity.

It was perfectly safe.

“Alright, go take care of your own matters. Don’t waste too much time here with me.” Yun Bujue sat cross-legged, a hint of sentiment on his face.

Though he was merely a broken body, his junior brother was incredibly attentive, bringing him all this way.

Ding!

【Favorability increased to three stars!】.

【Attributes available for selection!】.

【Bonus Reward: Heaven-Grade Martial Skill Proficiency Cards*3!】.

A voice from the system rang in Meng Changqing’s mind, catching him off guard.

He hadn’t expected any reward from his actions, yet here was an unexpected gain: three Heaven-Grade Martial Skill Proficiency Cards!

Combined with the previous ones, he now had six, enough to elevate any heaven-grade martial skill to perfection.

“Senior Brother Yun, please take care,” Meng Changqing said as he turned to leave.

After Meng Changqing’s figure completely disappeared from sight, Yun Bujue withdrew his gaze.

He placed his long sword on his knees. It was a rare, formidable weapon he had wielded in his prime, though it had broken and only recently been partially repaired.

Yet, after this battle, it was once again on the verge of breaking.

“Almost.

“Just a little longer.”

The aura of death around Yun Bujue grew heavier.

He felt as though the world before him was changing, memories flashing like a revolving lantern. Shadowy figures appeared before him: faces from his youth, full of radiant spirit, especially one figure at the back. It was smiling at him, as beautiful as a flower.

“Twelfth Junior Sister…” A tear trickled down Yun Bujue’s cheek.

Meng Changqing returned to the inner southern seas at great speed and then headed westward.

There were ten divine items, only one of which was third-rank, three were second-rank, and the rest were ordinary.

Calculating the distances, the one to the west was closest to him.

Moreover, the second-rank divine item in the west wasn’t easy to obtain, so even if he arrived later, there would still be a chance.

As for the northern one, by the time he reached it, it would likely already be taken.

“According to the sect’s plan, Mo Xiaoyu and the others will also meet on a certain island in the west. If I’m lucky, I might run into them.” Meng Changqing’s eyes glimmered as he continued his journey.

However, he suddenly sensed something unusual.

Having invoked his Sword Intent, he had naturally withdrawn from his True Domain and should have once again felt the world’s constraints… yet strangely, he still felt no restrictive pressure, as though it had vanished.

“Interesting.” Meng Changqing frowned slightly.

Typically, such fundamental forces wouldn’t change without cause, unless someone had interfered with the very source of the rules.

Unlike others, he had long begun to interact with the rules of the world, so he understood them well.

With this thought, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

The second-rank divine item in the inner western seas was a small silver grass with three leaves, located deep within an island.

Many had already arrived, but each was advancing on foot with difficulty, their faces strained, as though weighed down by an immense gravity.

This was the Tri-Colored Silver Vein Grass, a rare second-rank divine item with a unique ability: Martial Suppression!

Within its domain, all martial abilities were restricted to varying degrees, with an overwhelming gravity pressing down on intruders, forcing them to rely solely on their physical strength.

Some say this was the power of the rules.

If used to break through, one might even gain a sliver of its ability.

For a martial artist, this would be an invaluable asset. Yet, throughout history, few had ever inherited a divine item’s abilities, even among top-tier prodigies.

Just then, a slender figure arrived.

Snow-pale skin, hair as dark as ink, radiating a holy brilliance.

Even in a loose, pale white robe, she exuded an alluring, graceful presence.

“It’s Yue Qingchan, the current champion of the Western Desert!” Someone gasped.

The Western Desert had always been mysterious and formidable, and its champions were rare individuals that only someone like Han Yuanzhen could hope to defeat!

With Yue Qingchan’s arrival, the difficulty of claiming the divine item increased significantly.

Yue Qingchan ignored everyone, her cold, emotionless gaze fixed on the depths of the island. Yet, due to the Martial Suppression effect, she couldn’t breach the void and view the final scene.